F*ck
Spent so long, stuck alone
In my room, with my syndrome
One more test to get wrong
Still obsessed with your song
Upset at the shit I've been on
I been left, I been wrong
Impending death to depend on
Me and this shit don't get along
This earth ain't so motherly
This ground got a hold on me
I saw you at Southerly
Don't act like you're done with me
You've spent so long
Carrying on
Like my voice is Klingon
One more pest to bring on
I won't burden anyone
Rubber grips like your thighs
Two-tone twins like your eyes
What pain can't you monetize
One blow I think you'll realize
That this earth ain't so motherly
This ground got a hold on me
Saw you at the Colonies
Don't act like you're done with me
And this earth ain't so motherly
This ground got a hold on me
I saw you at Southerly
Don't tell like you're done with me
F*ck